Friday, September 11, 2009

One Day

One day maybe I
Won't have tears behind my shades
Walking home from work

September 11th continues to render me speechless, but today I read an essay by Peggy Noonan in the Wall Street Journal entitled "The Children of 9/11 Grow Up" that really hit home. Noonan begins:

It is eight years since 9/11, and here is an unexpected stage of
grief: fear that the ache will go away. I don’t suppose it ever will, but grieving has gradations, and “horror” becomes “absorbed sadness.” Life moves on, and wants to move on, which is painful for those who will not forget and cannot be comforted. Part of the spookiness of life, part of its power to disorient us, is not only that people die, that they slip below the waves, but that the waves close above them so quickly, the sea so quickly looks the same.

Not for me. Eight years later, it feels like it was yesterday I took the photo at right from our old neighborhood in the West Village on Bleecker and 12th Street. Noonan continues:

"9/11 was for America’s kids exactly what Nov. 22, 1963, was for their parents and uncles and aunts. They were at school. Suddenly there were rumors in the hall and teachers speaking in hushed tones. You passed an open classroom and saw a teacher sobbing. Then the principal came on the public-address system and said something very bad had happened. Shocked parents began to pick kids up. Everyone went home and watched TV all day, and the next."

That's Rex holding seven-month-old London along the Hudson River after both towers had fallen; I was pregnant with her sister, Maddie. Today, the girls went off to second and third grade at Mendham Township Elementary School, wearing red, white and blue along with their classmates in remembrance of 9/11/01.


Mariuca said...

Wow Roxy, I can't believe it's been 8 years already! :(

Mariuca said...

And u managed to take pics too wow! I believe everybody is still feeling the pain from this immense loss and tragedy. It was the saddest day for the whole world. :(:(:(